
So we're told we need to hang out for a little (this is Teresa, chillin) while and wait for the mules to catch up. Hmmm...Well the mules left
BEFORE us. Where did
THEY go?

I scramble up the hill and look around. There is the group, but I am not seeing any mule train, and there were
AT LEAST 5 or 6 of them smelly bastards...Where are they?

Finally, we see this one lonely white mule plodding along. What the hell? Where are the mules? We've been here for an hour waiting on one little ol' white mule? We soon learned he's the most important mule. Stay tuned and you will learn too!
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